Crazy Like a Fox?

Five hundred years ago the mafias in control of societies called a non-conformist or trouble maker a heretic and burned him at the stake - or her, in the case of thousands of women they called witches. For that matter, the prophet Samuel in the Old Testament skewered some poor soldier who was just doing his job and reported to the king that a big battle hadn't gone so well. Ross Perot, a prophet before his time, was called crazy by the people who brought us NAFTA, unemployment, the financial crash, the war on drugs, and endless Mideast wars. He made a joke of it, adopting Willie Nelson's classic song as his theme song.

In modern times they call such a person a paranoid or conspiracy theorist. Gary Webb was driven to suicide for breaking the story about the link between cocaine smugglers, the CIA and the Contras. His enemies in the government and the mainstream press called him a nut and pressured his employer to fire him. You can read the whole sad story in "Kill the Messenger: How the CIA's Crack-Cocaine Controversy Destroyed Journalist Gary Webb," by Nick Schou and Charle Bowden. 

When I got into my struggle with the good ol' boy club in the Hill Country they used the tactic on me. That was before then 198th DA Ron Sutton and Judge Emil Karl Prohl were indicted for their own conspiracy. And now Tana Brown a/k/a Hurt, former probation officer. And a state trooper who was selling steroids out of his patrol car.


The struggle continues. Watch the video of Gnarles Barkley's Crazy, dedicated to my worthy adversaries:


I remember when, I remember

I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life
But think twice
That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart
To lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember
Is thinking, I want to be like them

Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little
It looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

Gnarles Barkley